standpoint

I like my camera. It wasn’t expensive but, sometimes, it takes some really good pictures. More than a few people have told me I have a good eye for shooting things.

The cool thing about a good photograph is it’s untouchable. It’s static and not responsible for anything more than it portrays. Although every part of my personality would suggest otherwise, I’m drawn to the unchanging nature of still photography.

So, today, I thought that instead of bashing one thing or another I find wrong with the world, I’d share with you some of the beauty I’ve found in it. Hope you enjoy.

From Oscar's Tavern in Philadelphia.

Silverware bin from my brother's kitchen.

East Falls train station in Philadelphia.

The view from the back of the shore house.

Last year's Bike Race in Manayunk.

I’ve got tons more but thought it would be best to start out light. I’ll post more in an upcoming post someday soon.

quotation

You use your money to buy privacy because during most of your life you aren’t allowed to be normal. ↔ Johnny Depp

tune

“Local Natives make soaring, sky-scraping harmonies, dreamy orchestral melodies, and throbbing tribal beats that bash their way into your soul.” That’s according to the band’s label, Frenchkiss Records. Obviously, the statement’s a bit biased but it’s also pretty dead on. Be on the lookout for constant comparisons to Vampire Weekend and Arcade Fire as Local Natives gets bigger. Check out “Stranger Things” off the recently released Gorilla Manor. (Thanks to Ezgi for turning me on these guys.)

gallimaufry

→ For those of you shouting as loud as you can about how your privacy rights are being violated on the Internet by Google or the government or some other establishment you think of as “The Man,” you might want to reconsider your thinking. This woman might’ve gotten away with killing a Swedish artist. If it hadn’t been for those crazy kids at the Justice Department figuring out what she was up to before she had time to make it happen.

→ Yesterday, I was so immersed in Oscar hoopla that I failed to mention it was the 200th post to this blog. Can’t believe it’s been that many. Although, in a way, it’s sort of felt like more. Anyway, thanks for reading.